Mrs. Amnesia: The CEO chased her thousands of times

After a long time, Xia Anyu raised her hand to look at her watch. There were still ten minutes left before the consultation ended.

He ended the silence and said: "As you said, I was driven by guilt to do those things. I don't think there is anything wrong with it. It was me who was sorry for her, even if she hates me, hates me, and refuses to Forgive me, but that can't shake my heart of atonement. Even if she wants me to stay away from her, I can't abandon her at this time."

Xia Anyu stood up and his aura increased.

"Dr. He, thank you for helping me confirm my heart. That's it for today. See you next week."

He Jianyan also stood up, at the same height as Xia Anyu, with an inclusive smile still on his face, "Okay, see you next week."

Jiang Yuman obeyed the doctor's instructions at home and took the medicine on time and in the right amount. The psychiatric medicine stabilized her mood, but also brought some side effects. She suffered from drowsiness, dry mouth and nausea every day. When I felt particularly uncomfortable, I called He Jianyan and cried to her, saying that I no longer wanted to take medicine.

He Jianyan coaxed her patiently like a child, asking her to go to the gym, run in the park, or go hiking.

"Dr. He, you don't seem so busy lately?"

"Actually, it's quite busy, but in our profession, the first priority is to take good care of yourself. We receive so many visitors every day. If a psychological counselor doesn't know how to let go of himself, he will be affected by those negative energies, and he will be How can you help others when you're lying down? Don't you think so?"

He Jianyan smiled softly and said, "My friends are basically from the same circle. They all have the same moral character and are workaholics. It is difficult to get together. Thanks to you, I can often come out to relax with me." He looked at her with fondness in his eyes.

Jiang Yu smiled. She didn't know that He Jianyan had deliberately increased the frequency and depth of contact with her. She just felt that he was like a cup of warm water, refreshing. When she was with him, she didn't feel any pressure at all. On the contrary, she felt like he was talking to her because of what he said. It was because she was "accompanying" him that she felt valuable.

Xia Anyu sent Zhang's mother twice to clean Jiang Yuman's house, but Jiang Yuman drove her away each time. She also took out the food she sent to feed stray dogs and homeless people.

"Next time I send you these, I'll dump them on your doorstep. I'll keep my word!"

Xia Anyu looked at the WeChat message sent by Jiang Yuman and couldn't help laughing. It's better to be scolded than ignored by her.

"Okay, I won't give it away next time. You don't have to accept these, but you are not allowed to take off the chain on your wrist. Do you hear me?"

Crazy, how do you hear the text? Jiang Yuman looked at Xia Anyu's reply and muttered, then deleted the chat history with one click.

She didn't take off the chain on her hand because she couldn't take it off at all, and she couldn't remember how Xia Anyu helped her put it on.

With her life back on track and her condition effectively under control, she felt it was time to start doing her own thing. She took out the note written by Jin Yidan to herself and searched for it according to the address on it.

In an old-fashioned employee family home, Jiang Yuman walked into one of the unit buildings. There was no elevator. She walked to the third floor. She raised her hand and was about to knock on the door when she heard someone quarreling in the house.

A middle-aged man said in a fierce and tough voice: "...Mom, if you don't want to write, do you want to give the inheritance to Xiao Dan?"

"Besides this old house, what other inheritance is there! What did you ask me to write?" An old woman replied weakly.

"You fart! The demolition money for the house in my hometown is over 100 million, don't think I don't know!"

"Your father lost everything before he died. Are you still thinking about that 100 million?!"

"I don't care. You know whether you have money or not. If you don't write a will, you won't even think about seeing Xiao Dan again before you die!"

The man's thunderous curses hit Jiang Yuman's heart, and the memories of being bullied in prison came back to her in an instant. In the voice of the old woman scolding and crying, the man walked toward the door with messy and heavy steps. She hurriedly turned around to escape.